Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.